Fic: Unchangeable (Jared/Jensen) part 2/2
Fandom: J2
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 -- Wordcount: 13,000
Warnings: High school AU, underage, dragon!Jared, creature!everybody-but-Jensen, adopted!brothers!j2, NSFW image at the end.
Notes: Sometimes when I finish things, I ask myself "Self, why did we create this?" Sometimes myself answers "Because the emotional and psychological aspects were interesting," or "Because it's important to challenge overselves," or "Because this kink - we need it". Other times myself just grins at me stupidly and starts to giggle. This fic falls under the latter heading. Also, assuming LJ lets me, I'm posting art to go along with it. I was going to do a sketch but when I started looking for reference pics, somehow it ended up turning into a manip instead. It's been a while since I did any photo work, but I'm pretty pleased with it over all. Hope you like.
Summary - Jared's basically the sweetest guy on the planet, except for the fact that he is actually a giant fire-breathing lizard.
Back to Part 1
Jensen wakes on sheets that smell like laundry soap and the spicy-hot scent Jared’s skin. His first thought is to burrow deeper into the soft fabric and go back to sleep, every inch of him bone-weary like he just finished a marathon. It takes him a second longer to wonder why the sheets aren’t on fire.
On a harsh gasp that stick in his dry throat, his eyes fly open, slam closed again when daylight stabs brutally into his retinas.
Jensen? Jared's voice is quiet in his head; tentative, heavy with worry and exhaustion. It's plenty of incentive to get Jensen to open his eyes again and blink past the painful brightness until shapes finally resolve.
Jared's in his larger form, almost too big to actually fit inside the room. The desk in the corner is overturned, one of Jared's paws resting on the wreckage of its matching chair, and Jensen doesn't even want to think about the rest of the detritus that's probably crushed under his brother's bulk. Just looking at the askew shelves is enough to tell him that a good portion of Jared's carefully guarded treasures are probably among the mix. His brother’s body is resting at the foot of the bed, neck and tail swooping in to make a copper-armored blockade around the bed, head resting on the mattress next to Jensen. One of Jared's wings is stretched out over him like a blanket and he can't see the floor from this position, but the rough grating sound of broken stone suggests that when he gets up, he'll find gouges from the steely points of Jared's claws where he’s obviously struggled to find purchase in this position.
"Are you okay? Did you get stuck?" comes out reflexively. When Jared was little he used to have trouble switching from one form to the other, sometimes trapped one way for weeks at a time before he could manage to shift again. It hasn't happened in a long time, but Jared tends to lose control a bit in emotional situations.
A huff of furnace-like air in his face is what he gets for an answer and that sensation like Jared's rolling his eyes again.
I'm fine. How are you? He nudges at Jensen's bare chest with his snout like he can prod Jensen into admitting he's hurt. Which he's fairly certain he isn't actually. He runs his hands over his arms and chest just to make sure, but aside from feeling completely wrung out, everything seems fine.
"I'm okay," he nods, reaching out to scratch at Jared's eye ridge reassuringly. The metallic is peeling a little bit there, time for another molt; Jared must be growing again. "What happened?"
To Jared's credit - or maybe just proof of how worried he was - he doesn't say anything smart ass about... about that. Fuck, they're really going to have to deal with that in the very near future. But maybe not right this second.
You wouldn't wake up, his brother bumps up against his side again with his nose, squirms it underneath Jensen's back like he can hide there. After you gave my fire back, you just kept sleeping. You scared me, Jensen.
"Your fire?"
Jared makes this little move that he supposes is the dragon equivalent of a shrug. There's that rasping squeal of rock crushing again and Jensen winces at the thought of explaining that to the school. Maybe he can bribe somebody from of the AP Transmutation class into fixing it.
"Jay, c'mon, get up here, I want to talk," isn't entirely true - there are things going on here he'd really prefer not to ever have to deal with - but at least it will save the masonry a little bit.
Easy as that, Jared shifts into the more compact version of himself, scrambling up over the foot of the bed to bury his face against Jensen's neck instead. Evidently Jared's not so keen on the talking either.
They're both naked - Jared always is after he shifts and Jensen can feel that he is too from the way the one thin layer of cotton sheet heats between their bodies. Because he never managed to get dressed again after he gave his little brother, his charge, a handjob. Fuck, that's so screwed up. He'd give a billion dollars and at least two fingers for a cigarette right now.
"So, your fire," Jensen prompts again and again gets a shrug in response. "Oh come on! What does that mean? What's going on Jared?"
"I don't know, ok!" is too loud considering Jared is right next to Jensen's ear, but the pain only tempers the surge of guilt that that tone of voice never fails to get out of him. "It was mine and then you took it and then you gave it back and then you wouldn't wake up. That's all I know."
He slinks back enough that Jensen can get a look at his eyes, an almost perfect three-way balance of green, blue and brown. Serious, and slightly unhappy going by the little pout to his lips. It takes way more effort than it should to strangle the sudden urge that swells in his chest to kiss those lips flat again.
Jensen softens his continuing interrogation by brushing the hair away from Jared's face with his fingers, dragging his nails softly over the scales at the nape. "Well how do you know that?"
"I don't know," Jared answers miserably. His fingers dance nervously over Jensen's exposed torso, sheet riding lower around his hips as Jay fidgets unconsciously. That touch does things to him that it shouldn't; specifically things between his legs that are going to be sort of difficult to hide if Jared looks down. Jensen sort of hates himself at the moment. "I just... it's like... I know how to fly, right? Nobody ever taught it to me, I just can. It's sort of the same thing. I just know."
He glances up at Jensen eyes pleading with him for understanding and Jensen has no recourse but to nod his head, even if the response is no little bit disappointing. It doesn't make sense, any of it. He's never heard of anything like this, and he's read just about every book out there on dragons and dragon-magic. Of course, they are notoriously secretive creatures, so the fact that Jensen doesn't know about it doesn't necessarily mean it never happens but... Damnit, why can't things be easy, just occasionally? It’d make for a refreshing change.
"Are you mad at me?" Jared quietly asks the curve of Jensen’s shoulder. His soft lips rub against the skin there, dragging prettily from where he's licked them wet. He so desperately needs to stop doing things with his mouth if he expects Jensen to survive this conversation.
"What? No, of course not." Jensen strokes his hand down Jared's spine in what he absolutely intends to be innocent soothing, "You didn't do anything wrong." His fingers digging in naturally at the base of Jared's tail, knuckles brushing the swell of his ass. A decade plus of touching Jared's body with impunity, without a thought, and just like that, it's all brand new and forbidden because massaging the muscles at the base of Jared's tail has always made his brother's eyes go glazed but it's never made Jensen want to rut against him like a horny dog before.
He jerks his hand back the moment the urge hits and when Jared blinks the momentary pleasure-daze away, his eyes are accusing.
"But you're mad."
Jensen sighs, trying to find a way to explain to his brother that some time last night the world started spinning backward and he hasn't found his center of gravity yet. "Not at you. I'm just mad that I don’t understand what’s happening. I just don't want to hurt you again."
Jared's head cocks to the side, mouth pouting temptingly again for a moment before he says, "You didn't hurt me."
"I took your fire." Whatever that means.
"Yeah, but it didn't hurt, it was just weird," Jared argues, levering up so he's looking down at Jensen across the space of three inches, tops. "It kind of freaked me out, but it didn't hurt."
Humid breath tickles at his lips, dampening them just enough that he knows they would cling if he craned his neck that extra bit to meet Jared in a kiss. This needs to stop, for that sake of Jensen's sanity if nothing else, seeing as Jared's virtue is already pretty well shot. Emotions he's had almost his entire life are suddenly turned on their head, fitting inside of him wrong except for how it's not wrong at all; how they each slot into place easy as pie like Jensen's been carrying his feelings around wrong all this time. Fuck, he's going to hyperventilate.
"Well, I'm going to figure out a way to make sure it doesn't happen again." It would probably help with that if he wasn't all pressed up against Jared, but since Jared doesn't so much as flinch when Jensen tries to shove him back and gain a little breathing room, that doesn't seem likely to happen.
"Why?" Jared actually looks worried. Or maybe even hurt.
"Because Jared, that's not... it isn't normal." He's not sure which part of what happened he's talking about - the scary heat thing or the incestuous screwing - but it's true any which way around.
Instead of giving him the space he so desperately needs, Jared's closing the minute gap, foreheads pressed together, noses side by side, eyelashes tangling. No room for a spare thought between them.
"It feels better now," Jared murmurs, lips teasing at the corner of Jensen's clamped-tight mouth, "Now that I have you."
Powerless to stop it, Jensen shivers. "You've always had me, Jay."
He barely has a chance to register Jared's low growl before his brother is nipping harshly at his lips again, a snapshot memory of last night flashing in front of his eyes along with it, making his dick jerk.
"I'm not a little kid, Jensen, don't treat me like a little kid and tell me it's the same. It's not the same. I can feel it's not the same."
And there's nothing, nothing at all that Jensen can do to dispute that because he know it too - it's not same. "Jared," he whispers, so close to begging - for what, he doesn't even know - that he's ashamed. "You're my brother."
"So?"
"So?" Jensen fires back incredulously, hand fitting against Jared's jaw to try and push him back. It's pointless, Jared's stronger than Jensen could ever dream of being, but he has to try before he does something crazy like tear into Jared with his bare hands or shove his tongue in his mouth or maybe just scream like a tiny, impotent child. "So you have a soulmate out there somewhere! Somebody you're supposed to be with!"
Stupidly, that's the thing that makes Jared rear back, gaze flitting all over Jensen's face like they've never seen each other before.
"Wow," Jared says slowly, awestruck, "You're really, really stupid."
"Hey!" Whatever else Jensen might have had to say about that little gem is lost when Jared sucks it right out of his mouth. Jensen's mouth is open, so Jared doesn't waste time before he’s licking around the inside, delving at all the tender places that make Jensen want to wriggle and melt into a puddle all at one. There's a damn good reason Jared's got the highest GPA in their grade - he learns like you wouldn't believe.
His lithe body slides over, braced just enough that he's not actually crushing Jensen into the mattress but still close enough that their hips connect in that way they do, like two puzzle pieces made to fit together. Big hands slip underneath Jensen's body, pushing small circles into his skin that match the motion of their dicks - Jensen goes from half- to fully-hard so fast it makes the room spin - and the curl of Jared's tongue coaxing his own to move. Jensen's hands are on Jared's shoulders and he's pretty sure at one point that was an attempt to push Jared away but now it's more like holding on for the ride as his body ignores all of his best intentions. Jared's touch feels so good, so warm and right, groping at the tight muscles in his back, up to his shoulders--
Jensen gasps because it's the only thing he can do, drowned in a brand new sensation that completely defies description. It's searing hot, but not painful, muted but sharp, soft and rough and a hell of a lot like having a hand on his cock except it's touching his fucking back.
"What the fuck was that?" is a squeak, no point in even denying it, accusations of were-mouse-hood be damned. Jared backs off easily now as Jensen struggles to a sitting position, twisting and turning until he can catch a glimpse over his shoulder of something at definitely doesn't belong there. Something shiny. And green.
A piece of broken chair jabs into Jensen's bare foot as he stumbles off the bed, curses, stumbles some more until he finally makes it to the dresser - off-angle from where it usually sits, one corner crushed in from Jared's bulk. He turns around to get a view of his back in the mirror and...
Scales. He has scales. A little patch of a dozen or so glossy emerald-green scales. He paws at them stupidly in the vain hope that they'll just flake off somehow but they stay put, just like the rest of his skin - silky and surprisingly sensitive.
"What the fuck, Jared!?" Alright, now he's yelling and he doesn't even really feel bad because - hello! Scales!
His brother's eyes ricochet off every available surface that isn't Jensen. Guilty as charged. "I didn't really know that was going to happen," he admits sheepishly. He bites a kiss-pink lip, ducks his head so he's looking up at Jensen through messy bangs and thick eyelashes. He's also still naked, kneeling on the bed with his feet tucked under his butt and his thighs spread around the bobbing jut of his hard-on. Jensen's pretty sure all of that qualifies as cheating somehow.
"They're pretty though!" he add hastily, all smiles and dimples and yes, definitely cheating.
But Jensen is not a man to be distracted right now - mostly - because he had sex with his little brother last night and ended up with scales, like the weirdest STD in the known universe; not to mention that they're a big flashy 'I molested my brother' sign literally stuck on his back. "You didn't know that was going to happen!? So you knew that some of this was going to happen?"
"Well, not about, you know," he shifts uncomfortably, making a vague hand motion that's not nearly emphatic enough to cover all the crap that they've been through in the last twelve hours, "but I'd sorta guessed that you were my soulmate."
There's this sound in Jensen's head that's a lot like the noise of Jared's claws ripping through the stone floor but he suspects is actually the sound of every single thought he has grinding to a halt at the same time.
"What?" he chokes out, sputters and then repeats it all because it felt so good the first go around. "What? When?"
Jared gives him that damnedable shrug again and says, "When I was like, eight."
"What!?" Ok, maybe not the best word of the day ever, but applicable nonetheless.
"Jensen," Jared snorts, air in front of his face waving with heat for a moment, "Who else could I ever be with but you?"
There’s an argument against that somewhere and it’s probably an excellent one, but Jensen’s not functioning nearly well enough at the moment to find it.
"So- So you just... just what? Decided to string me along for six years?" He's not 100% sure what he's mad about right now, but yelling feels good, justified. Safe. Not inexplicably scaly and incestuous.
The little crinkle that Jared gets in the middle of his forehead when he's confused makes an appearance. "Well, I kinda thought you knew. It was pretty obvious."
"Obvious!?" The word bounces off of the walls incriminatingly, settling on the floor among the rubble of their belongings.
"Um, yeah," Jared nods awkwardly, "Everybody knows."
"Everybody does not know!" Jensen hurls back, kicking aside broken furniture so he can loom over Jared where he's still perched on the bed. "I think somebody would have mentioned it to me if they all thought that I was..." Was fucking my little brother. Like they've all been joking about for years. Like half the school seriously thinks is true. Like he actually did.
Oh yeah, he's so going to kill Richard. Somehow or other, this is definitely Richard's fault.
Jensen slumps onto the bed heavily, every ounce of energy from the fear and anger melting out of him, leaving him empty.
"I'm your soulmate," he says quietly, staring at the wall. The words sit better on his tongue than he's entirely comfortable dealing with.
Jared's too-warm hand rests on his thigh and Jensen is once again struck by the fact that they're both still naked. "Glad we're on the same page."
"How the hell are we going to tell Mom and Dad?"
The question comes out of nowhere, but he guesses it's just as good as anything else he could ask at the moment. This one at least he can make a plan for. But Jared is leaning in to catch Jensen's eye and giving him this skeptical look that as much as flat-out says 'wise up, dumbass'.
"Mom and Dad know?!" His hands do this weird spastic thing all on their own, almost whapping into Jared’s face.
"I told you it was obvious!" Jared shoots back just as incredulously.
Well this makes large portions of his childhood much more disturbing. Oh shit, this is why they never got Jared his own room. Wait, do they think... Ew. Ok, he officially does not want to think about his parents thinking about him having sex with his adopted brother. Ugh.
"Is this why I was Chosen? They knew the whole time?"
Jared thumbs a slow arc to the inside of Jensen's thigh, responding hesitantly. "I don't know, Jensen. Maybe we just got lucky?"
Yeah, lucky. Look at all of Jensen's luck. He barks a laugh that turns mildly hysterical in the middle, toeing one of Jared's stupid green lake rocks across the floor.
"D- Do you," Jared starts, biting his lip before he can continue, "Do you not want me?"
There's genuine anxiety in his eyes when Jensen manages to meet them, looking so much like a little kid and so much not at the same time. Jensen has no choice but to crumble under the weight of it, a small resistant piece of him crushed to powder in its wake.
"Jay. No, it's not that, it's just..." His hand finds its way to Jared's cheek, molding to it effortlessly. "I've spent my whole life thinking I knew what was going on and now it turns out I was wrong and everybody but me knew about it and oh, by the way, I have a soulmate and had sex with my little brother and developed scales. So. Yeah. It's just a lot to wrap my head around."
The heat of Jared's palm seeps into his hand when Jared captures it and holds it in place for him to nuzzle at, scraping his teeth over the fleshy pad of Jensen's thumb before soothing it with a lick.
"I love you," his dragon-brother - his soulmate - whispers like a secret even though he's told Jensen a million times in a million ways. It's different now, though - Jared was right on the money.
Even if Jensen's not exactly sure what to do with all the rest of it, this one thing he knows, this one unchangeable thing. "I know. I love you too."
"Good," Jared chirrups, mood flipped sunny-side-up just like that. He nips at Jensen’s thumb again, grinning, playful and also something brand new and sultry.
A quick, unexpected tug almost lands Jensen in his lap, catching himself with a hand on Jared's muscular chest and no room to do anything but feel. "Now kiss me," his brother demands, mischievous and pleased with himself like when he used to order to be picked up and held or to have Skittles for dinner.
Jensen grumbles, "Spoiled brat," gamely but it gets slurred around Jared's lips because he's already giving in the way he inevitably does with Jared. He still hasn’t got a sweet clue what’s happening between them or where they’re supposed to go from here, but somehow with Jared moaning contentedly into his kiss, that doesn't feel like much of a hardship.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 -- Wordcount: 13,000
Warnings: High school AU, underage, dragon!Jared, creature!everybody-but-Jensen, adopted!brothers!j2, NSFW image at the end.
Notes: Sometimes when I finish things, I ask myself "Self, why did we create this?" Sometimes myself answers "Because the emotional and psychological aspects were interesting," or "Because it's important to challenge overselves," or "Because this kink - we need it". Other times myself just grins at me stupidly and starts to giggle. This fic falls under the latter heading. Also, assuming LJ lets me, I'm posting art to go along with it. I was going to do a sketch but when I started looking for reference pics, somehow it ended up turning into a manip instead. It's been a while since I did any photo work, but I'm pretty pleased with it over all. Hope you like.
Summary - Jared's basically the sweetest guy on the planet, except for the fact that he is actually a giant fire-breathing lizard.
Back to Part 1
Jensen wakes on sheets that smell like laundry soap and the spicy-hot scent Jared’s skin. His first thought is to burrow deeper into the soft fabric and go back to sleep, every inch of him bone-weary like he just finished a marathon. It takes him a second longer to wonder why the sheets aren’t on fire.
On a harsh gasp that stick in his dry throat, his eyes fly open, slam closed again when daylight stabs brutally into his retinas.
Jensen? Jared's voice is quiet in his head; tentative, heavy with worry and exhaustion. It's plenty of incentive to get Jensen to open his eyes again and blink past the painful brightness until shapes finally resolve.
Jared's in his larger form, almost too big to actually fit inside the room. The desk in the corner is overturned, one of Jared's paws resting on the wreckage of its matching chair, and Jensen doesn't even want to think about the rest of the detritus that's probably crushed under his brother's bulk. Just looking at the askew shelves is enough to tell him that a good portion of Jared's carefully guarded treasures are probably among the mix. His brother’s body is resting at the foot of the bed, neck and tail swooping in to make a copper-armored blockade around the bed, head resting on the mattress next to Jensen. One of Jared's wings is stretched out over him like a blanket and he can't see the floor from this position, but the rough grating sound of broken stone suggests that when he gets up, he'll find gouges from the steely points of Jared's claws where he’s obviously struggled to find purchase in this position.
"Are you okay? Did you get stuck?" comes out reflexively. When Jared was little he used to have trouble switching from one form to the other, sometimes trapped one way for weeks at a time before he could manage to shift again. It hasn't happened in a long time, but Jared tends to lose control a bit in emotional situations.
A huff of furnace-like air in his face is what he gets for an answer and that sensation like Jared's rolling his eyes again.
I'm fine. How are you? He nudges at Jensen's bare chest with his snout like he can prod Jensen into admitting he's hurt. Which he's fairly certain he isn't actually. He runs his hands over his arms and chest just to make sure, but aside from feeling completely wrung out, everything seems fine.
"I'm okay," he nods, reaching out to scratch at Jared's eye ridge reassuringly. The metallic is peeling a little bit there, time for another molt; Jared must be growing again. "What happened?"
To Jared's credit - or maybe just proof of how worried he was - he doesn't say anything smart ass about... about that. Fuck, they're really going to have to deal with that in the very near future. But maybe not right this second.
You wouldn't wake up, his brother bumps up against his side again with his nose, squirms it underneath Jensen's back like he can hide there. After you gave my fire back, you just kept sleeping. You scared me, Jensen.
"Your fire?"
Jared makes this little move that he supposes is the dragon equivalent of a shrug. There's that rasping squeal of rock crushing again and Jensen winces at the thought of explaining that to the school. Maybe he can bribe somebody from of the AP Transmutation class into fixing it.
"Jay, c'mon, get up here, I want to talk," isn't entirely true - there are things going on here he'd really prefer not to ever have to deal with - but at least it will save the masonry a little bit.
Easy as that, Jared shifts into the more compact version of himself, scrambling up over the foot of the bed to bury his face against Jensen's neck instead. Evidently Jared's not so keen on the talking either.
They're both naked - Jared always is after he shifts and Jensen can feel that he is too from the way the one thin layer of cotton sheet heats between their bodies. Because he never managed to get dressed again after he gave his little brother, his charge, a handjob. Fuck, that's so screwed up. He'd give a billion dollars and at least two fingers for a cigarette right now.
"So, your fire," Jensen prompts again and again gets a shrug in response. "Oh come on! What does that mean? What's going on Jared?"
"I don't know, ok!" is too loud considering Jared is right next to Jensen's ear, but the pain only tempers the surge of guilt that that tone of voice never fails to get out of him. "It was mine and then you took it and then you gave it back and then you wouldn't wake up. That's all I know."
He slinks back enough that Jensen can get a look at his eyes, an almost perfect three-way balance of green, blue and brown. Serious, and slightly unhappy going by the little pout to his lips. It takes way more effort than it should to strangle the sudden urge that swells in his chest to kiss those lips flat again.
Jensen softens his continuing interrogation by brushing the hair away from Jared's face with his fingers, dragging his nails softly over the scales at the nape. "Well how do you know that?"
"I don't know," Jared answers miserably. His fingers dance nervously over Jensen's exposed torso, sheet riding lower around his hips as Jay fidgets unconsciously. That touch does things to him that it shouldn't; specifically things between his legs that are going to be sort of difficult to hide if Jared looks down. Jensen sort of hates himself at the moment. "I just... it's like... I know how to fly, right? Nobody ever taught it to me, I just can. It's sort of the same thing. I just know."
He glances up at Jensen eyes pleading with him for understanding and Jensen has no recourse but to nod his head, even if the response is no little bit disappointing. It doesn't make sense, any of it. He's never heard of anything like this, and he's read just about every book out there on dragons and dragon-magic. Of course, they are notoriously secretive creatures, so the fact that Jensen doesn't know about it doesn't necessarily mean it never happens but... Damnit, why can't things be easy, just occasionally? It’d make for a refreshing change.
"Are you mad at me?" Jared quietly asks the curve of Jensen’s shoulder. His soft lips rub against the skin there, dragging prettily from where he's licked them wet. He so desperately needs to stop doing things with his mouth if he expects Jensen to survive this conversation.
"What? No, of course not." Jensen strokes his hand down Jared's spine in what he absolutely intends to be innocent soothing, "You didn't do anything wrong." His fingers digging in naturally at the base of Jared's tail, knuckles brushing the swell of his ass. A decade plus of touching Jared's body with impunity, without a thought, and just like that, it's all brand new and forbidden because massaging the muscles at the base of Jared's tail has always made his brother's eyes go glazed but it's never made Jensen want to rut against him like a horny dog before.
He jerks his hand back the moment the urge hits and when Jared blinks the momentary pleasure-daze away, his eyes are accusing.
"But you're mad."
Jensen sighs, trying to find a way to explain to his brother that some time last night the world started spinning backward and he hasn't found his center of gravity yet. "Not at you. I'm just mad that I don’t understand what’s happening. I just don't want to hurt you again."
Jared's head cocks to the side, mouth pouting temptingly again for a moment before he says, "You didn't hurt me."
"I took your fire." Whatever that means.
"Yeah, but it didn't hurt, it was just weird," Jared argues, levering up so he's looking down at Jensen across the space of three inches, tops. "It kind of freaked me out, but it didn't hurt."
Humid breath tickles at his lips, dampening them just enough that he knows they would cling if he craned his neck that extra bit to meet Jared in a kiss. This needs to stop, for that sake of Jensen's sanity if nothing else, seeing as Jared's virtue is already pretty well shot. Emotions he's had almost his entire life are suddenly turned on their head, fitting inside of him wrong except for how it's not wrong at all; how they each slot into place easy as pie like Jensen's been carrying his feelings around wrong all this time. Fuck, he's going to hyperventilate.
"Well, I'm going to figure out a way to make sure it doesn't happen again." It would probably help with that if he wasn't all pressed up against Jared, but since Jared doesn't so much as flinch when Jensen tries to shove him back and gain a little breathing room, that doesn't seem likely to happen.
"Why?" Jared actually looks worried. Or maybe even hurt.
"Because Jared, that's not... it isn't normal." He's not sure which part of what happened he's talking about - the scary heat thing or the incestuous screwing - but it's true any which way around.
Instead of giving him the space he so desperately needs, Jared's closing the minute gap, foreheads pressed together, noses side by side, eyelashes tangling. No room for a spare thought between them.
"It feels better now," Jared murmurs, lips teasing at the corner of Jensen's clamped-tight mouth, "Now that I have you."
Powerless to stop it, Jensen shivers. "You've always had me, Jay."
He barely has a chance to register Jared's low growl before his brother is nipping harshly at his lips again, a snapshot memory of last night flashing in front of his eyes along with it, making his dick jerk.
"I'm not a little kid, Jensen, don't treat me like a little kid and tell me it's the same. It's not the same. I can feel it's not the same."
And there's nothing, nothing at all that Jensen can do to dispute that because he know it too - it's not same. "Jared," he whispers, so close to begging - for what, he doesn't even know - that he's ashamed. "You're my brother."
"So?"
"So?" Jensen fires back incredulously, hand fitting against Jared's jaw to try and push him back. It's pointless, Jared's stronger than Jensen could ever dream of being, but he has to try before he does something crazy like tear into Jared with his bare hands or shove his tongue in his mouth or maybe just scream like a tiny, impotent child. "So you have a soulmate out there somewhere! Somebody you're supposed to be with!"
Stupidly, that's the thing that makes Jared rear back, gaze flitting all over Jensen's face like they've never seen each other before.
"Wow," Jared says slowly, awestruck, "You're really, really stupid."
"Hey!" Whatever else Jensen might have had to say about that little gem is lost when Jared sucks it right out of his mouth. Jensen's mouth is open, so Jared doesn't waste time before he’s licking around the inside, delving at all the tender places that make Jensen want to wriggle and melt into a puddle all at one. There's a damn good reason Jared's got the highest GPA in their grade - he learns like you wouldn't believe.
His lithe body slides over, braced just enough that he's not actually crushing Jensen into the mattress but still close enough that their hips connect in that way they do, like two puzzle pieces made to fit together. Big hands slip underneath Jensen's body, pushing small circles into his skin that match the motion of their dicks - Jensen goes from half- to fully-hard so fast it makes the room spin - and the curl of Jared's tongue coaxing his own to move. Jensen's hands are on Jared's shoulders and he's pretty sure at one point that was an attempt to push Jared away but now it's more like holding on for the ride as his body ignores all of his best intentions. Jared's touch feels so good, so warm and right, groping at the tight muscles in his back, up to his shoulders--
Jensen gasps because it's the only thing he can do, drowned in a brand new sensation that completely defies description. It's searing hot, but not painful, muted but sharp, soft and rough and a hell of a lot like having a hand on his cock except it's touching his fucking back.
"What the fuck was that?" is a squeak, no point in even denying it, accusations of were-mouse-hood be damned. Jared backs off easily now as Jensen struggles to a sitting position, twisting and turning until he can catch a glimpse over his shoulder of something at definitely doesn't belong there. Something shiny. And green.
A piece of broken chair jabs into Jensen's bare foot as he stumbles off the bed, curses, stumbles some more until he finally makes it to the dresser - off-angle from where it usually sits, one corner crushed in from Jared's bulk. He turns around to get a view of his back in the mirror and...
Scales. He has scales. A little patch of a dozen or so glossy emerald-green scales. He paws at them stupidly in the vain hope that they'll just flake off somehow but they stay put, just like the rest of his skin - silky and surprisingly sensitive.
"What the fuck, Jared!?" Alright, now he's yelling and he doesn't even really feel bad because - hello! Scales!
His brother's eyes ricochet off every available surface that isn't Jensen. Guilty as charged. "I didn't really know that was going to happen," he admits sheepishly. He bites a kiss-pink lip, ducks his head so he's looking up at Jensen through messy bangs and thick eyelashes. He's also still naked, kneeling on the bed with his feet tucked under his butt and his thighs spread around the bobbing jut of his hard-on. Jensen's pretty sure all of that qualifies as cheating somehow.
"They're pretty though!" he add hastily, all smiles and dimples and yes, definitely cheating.
But Jensen is not a man to be distracted right now - mostly - because he had sex with his little brother last night and ended up with scales, like the weirdest STD in the known universe; not to mention that they're a big flashy 'I molested my brother' sign literally stuck on his back. "You didn't know that was going to happen!? So you knew that some of this was going to happen?"
"Well, not about, you know," he shifts uncomfortably, making a vague hand motion that's not nearly emphatic enough to cover all the crap that they've been through in the last twelve hours, "but I'd sorta guessed that you were my soulmate."
There's this sound in Jensen's head that's a lot like the noise of Jared's claws ripping through the stone floor but he suspects is actually the sound of every single thought he has grinding to a halt at the same time.
"What?" he chokes out, sputters and then repeats it all because it felt so good the first go around. "What? When?"
Jared gives him that damnedable shrug again and says, "When I was like, eight."
"What!?" Ok, maybe not the best word of the day ever, but applicable nonetheless.
"Jensen," Jared snorts, air in front of his face waving with heat for a moment, "Who else could I ever be with but you?"
There’s an argument against that somewhere and it’s probably an excellent one, but Jensen’s not functioning nearly well enough at the moment to find it.
"So- So you just... just what? Decided to string me along for six years?" He's not 100% sure what he's mad about right now, but yelling feels good, justified. Safe. Not inexplicably scaly and incestuous.
The little crinkle that Jared gets in the middle of his forehead when he's confused makes an appearance. "Well, I kinda thought you knew. It was pretty obvious."
"Obvious!?" The word bounces off of the walls incriminatingly, settling on the floor among the rubble of their belongings.
"Um, yeah," Jared nods awkwardly, "Everybody knows."
"Everybody does not know!" Jensen hurls back, kicking aside broken furniture so he can loom over Jared where he's still perched on the bed. "I think somebody would have mentioned it to me if they all thought that I was..." Was fucking my little brother. Like they've all been joking about for years. Like half the school seriously thinks is true. Like he actually did.
Oh yeah, he's so going to kill Richard. Somehow or other, this is definitely Richard's fault.
Jensen slumps onto the bed heavily, every ounce of energy from the fear and anger melting out of him, leaving him empty.
"I'm your soulmate," he says quietly, staring at the wall. The words sit better on his tongue than he's entirely comfortable dealing with.
Jared's too-warm hand rests on his thigh and Jensen is once again struck by the fact that they're both still naked. "Glad we're on the same page."
"How the hell are we going to tell Mom and Dad?"
The question comes out of nowhere, but he guesses it's just as good as anything else he could ask at the moment. This one at least he can make a plan for. But Jared is leaning in to catch Jensen's eye and giving him this skeptical look that as much as flat-out says 'wise up, dumbass'.
"Mom and Dad know?!" His hands do this weird spastic thing all on their own, almost whapping into Jared’s face.
"I told you it was obvious!" Jared shoots back just as incredulously.
Well this makes large portions of his childhood much more disturbing. Oh shit, this is why they never got Jared his own room. Wait, do they think... Ew. Ok, he officially does not want to think about his parents thinking about him having sex with his adopted brother. Ugh.
"Is this why I was Chosen? They knew the whole time?"
Jared thumbs a slow arc to the inside of Jensen's thigh, responding hesitantly. "I don't know, Jensen. Maybe we just got lucky?"
Yeah, lucky. Look at all of Jensen's luck. He barks a laugh that turns mildly hysterical in the middle, toeing one of Jared's stupid green lake rocks across the floor.
"D- Do you," Jared starts, biting his lip before he can continue, "Do you not want me?"
There's genuine anxiety in his eyes when Jensen manages to meet them, looking so much like a little kid and so much not at the same time. Jensen has no choice but to crumble under the weight of it, a small resistant piece of him crushed to powder in its wake.
"Jay. No, it's not that, it's just..." His hand finds its way to Jared's cheek, molding to it effortlessly. "I've spent my whole life thinking I knew what was going on and now it turns out I was wrong and everybody but me knew about it and oh, by the way, I have a soulmate and had sex with my little brother and developed scales. So. Yeah. It's just a lot to wrap my head around."
The heat of Jared's palm seeps into his hand when Jared captures it and holds it in place for him to nuzzle at, scraping his teeth over the fleshy pad of Jensen's thumb before soothing it with a lick.
"I love you," his dragon-brother - his soulmate - whispers like a secret even though he's told Jensen a million times in a million ways. It's different now, though - Jared was right on the money.
Even if Jensen's not exactly sure what to do with all the rest of it, this one thing he knows, this one unchangeable thing. "I know. I love you too."
"Good," Jared chirrups, mood flipped sunny-side-up just like that. He nips at Jensen’s thumb again, grinning, playful and also something brand new and sultry.
A quick, unexpected tug almost lands Jensen in his lap, catching himself with a hand on Jared's muscular chest and no room to do anything but feel. "Now kiss me," his brother demands, mischievous and pleased with himself like when he used to order to be picked up and held or to have Skittles for dinner.
Jensen grumbles, "Spoiled brat," gamely but it gets slurred around Jared's lips because he's already giving in the way he inevitably does with Jared. He still hasn’t got a sweet clue what’s happening between them or where they’re supposed to go from here, but somehow with Jared moaning contentedly into his kiss, that doesn't feel like much of a hardship.